"So...you are just letting Teacher Unohana chop you? Let you deeply experience the mystery of returning to the path to heal yourself?" Aran's eyes looked strange after hearing Lu Li's explanation, "You were hacked, are you addicted?" "What nonsense are you talking about? Who would be addicted to having their heart cut open by a fast slash!" Lu Li was speechless. In order to prevent Aizen from having any strange misunderstandings, he had just explained it to Aizen and asked him to keep it a secret. After two months of getting along, he didn't dare to say anything else. At least he was sure that Aizen was very strict and would not spread rumors. "But I heard that the voice of 'Teacher, please come again' is always heard in the classroom after class." Aizen said expressionlessly. Lu Li's expression was stiff, "That's because I want to make progress too much... By the way! Who did you hear such a thing from?" Aizen glanced at all the students in the classroom and said, "There should be no one in the Zhenou Spiritual Arts Academy who doesn't know about it, right? It has become one of the seven most bizarre stories in the academy." "Ah? There are still seven strange stories in the Spiritual Arts Academy?"
Lu Li was shocked again and thought to himself, isn't this a campus legend that only exists in middle schools and high schools in this world? Usually they are ghosts and the like, but you are the God of Death, so you can do this? "Yes, didn't I tell Mr. Lu?" Aizen commented seriously: "The blood-stained bamboo sword in the equipment warehouse, the shallow sword that disappears every midnight, the dormitory building with fewer air spirits after dark, the white rat that bleeds endlessly, and the disappearing dog in the cafeteria late at night. Rice, stairs to change classes, and... a strange sound coming from the return classroom after class.” Lu Li held his forehead with one hand. He was convinced that these students from the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy could only talk about the bad taste of gossip. It seemed that neither humans nor the gods of death could escape. And he really wanted to complain about the so-called seven strange stories. You, Soyousuke, must also take the blame for this! ? After nightfall, the spirits in the dormitory become thinner. It's obviously you, the scroll king, who is causing trouble! ? "Lu Jun, rice from the canteen late at night..." Before Aizen finished speaking, Lu Li raised his hand and shook his head and said in one breath, "It's definitely not me!" After the small episode, both he and Aizen began to calm down and resonate with the Zanpakutō. Although Aizen was just showing off, after all, he had already mastered the Hakkake. Lu Li has gained a lot in the past two months at the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy. Not to mention the levels of various combat specialties have been improved, and he has also mastered a lot of skills. For example, he won the advanced Shunpo skill 'Song Chan' from Yoruichi, the 'Reaper Way' he learned from Unohana, as well as the various binding ways and relatively practical breaking ways mastered in the Ghost Way class. Among them, he already has good attainments in the Hui Dao. Now Unohana-sensei only needs to be responsible for cutting, and he can perform the treatment himself, but the speed still needs to be practiced. A fatal injury from his left shoulder to his waist and abdomen can now be cured in just ten minutes. If he goes to the medical unit for backup, this level is quite sufficient. But the problem is that if he wants to use it immediately in battle, the speed is still too slow. At least he has to practice it to the point where he can recover from minor injuries in an instant and recover from serious injuries in a few breaths. The reason why fatal injuries are not considered for the time being is because no matter how fast he recovers and refines, if he encounters an enemy who can inflict fatal injuries on him, he will probably be unable to recover. If possible, Lu Li wanted to practice returning to the Dao to the point where he could recover from serious injuries in an instant, which would have great practical significance. But now it seems that this goal is still far away, at least he probably won't be able to reach that level during his stay in this world. Of course, his current practice is by no means useless. Hui Dao can already be initially used in combat, and he can heal his physical injuries very quickly. As for spiritual pressure, it wasn't that Lu Li was being lazy, but that he didn't want to be a showman with empty attributes.
The master once taught me that he does have a kind of numerical beauty, but that is only compared to ordinary people. If he only relies on strength to fly, he will one day suffer from a master. Therefore, the training of martial arts skills is the top priority. He has mastered the method of practicing reiatsu and can practice it at any time. However, it would be a pity to miss a place like Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy that offers high-quality skills for free. . The most important thing is that he has analyzed his mission and is afraid that if he wants to pass Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy quickly, he may face some kind of special test. The examiner's spiritual pressure is 100% higher than his own, and the opponent will probably not bully him based on his spiritual pressure, so what he should improve most at the moment is his comprehensive skills. But in the next period of time, he will also ask Teacher Uozhihua to be gentler to him, because his Hui Dao has already entered the classroom, and the daily after-school guidance does not need to be so intense. This can also save his physical strength and allow him to sleep at night. Can be rolled up. Lu Li lowered his head and glanced at the shallow slap in front of his knees. He had tried to resonate every day for the past two months, but failed. He felt that it was not because his level of 'spiritual power' was not high enough, nor was it because he did not have the talent to resonate with the Zanpakutō, but the depth of his soul seemed... a bit strange. He looked into his heart, stared at his soul, facing the boundless purple and black, it was like staring into the abyss. He stared into his soul for the deepest time, feeling as if he was falling, and there seemed to be some terrifying roar echoing in his ears. "Soyousuke, what was it like when you first heard the sound of the Zanpakuto?" After thinking about it, Lu Li decided to ask Aizen for advice. "The sound of the Zanpakutō?" Aizen opened his eyes. He was not actually resonating, but cultivating his spiritual pressure. "The voice of the Zanpakuto is the voice of our soul. I have forgotten what it said to me for the first time." Lu Li did not believe that Aizen would forget. Most likely, he did not want to reveal his "privacy". He changed the way he asked, "Does the Zanpakuto speak human language? Is the voice calm or irritable, gentle or terrifying?" Aizen looked at Lu Li a little strangely. "The Zanpakuto is a reflection of one's own soul. Generally speaking, unless it is self-loathing, the Zanpakuto will not have malice towards the owner, right? As for whether it is speaking human language... Lu Jun, are you not a human?" "Of course I am a human." Lu Li's face was a little dark. He knew what Aizen meant. Normally, the Zanpakuto must speak human language, unless he himself is not a human. Because the sword spirit of the Zanpakuto can be said to be born from the soul of the owner, then the language common sense is of course the same. Even if he knows many foreign languages, the Zanpakuto speaking foreign languages is also considered human language, and it should not be said that he can't understand it at all. But the problem is that he seemed to have heard a few inexplicable whispers among those terrifying roars. "Then, Lu Jun, do you hate yourself?" Aizen analyzed Lu Li's problem seriously like a psychiatrist. Lu Li was silent for a moment, and he recalled his life before coming to the End Space. He had no parents since he was a child, and was taken back by his master when he was still a baby. In this life, he cherished only two people the most. A master. A senior sister. But they all died, died in front of him.